A Rendezvous In The Woods
It had been quite some time
The grace of Nature I had not felt.
For Nature is a force so sublime
Its lingering fragrance needs to be smelt.
Tired and fatigued from my daily chores
A rendezvous, with the woods I planned;
The rooms I left open and along with them the doors
To venture into a place known to be grand.
I walked and I noticed the calling of birds
The conversation of leaves with each other;
Thrilled I was to glance- the blossoming buds
A young sparrow in her nest with its mother.
The woods were still and silence prevailed
A solemn feeling just came from them;
The trees and their branches standing there veiled
Mother Nature in an unknown attire and frame.
How much hath the roads and paths changed
How many travellers had visited and gone;
The breeze above me had meanwhile exchanged
The darkness at dusk and the twilight at dawn.
Poets a strange breed as they are
Wander and wonder around like stray creatures,
The woods are something so lovely and fair
Inexplicable to us with beautiful features.
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